"I think, you should go to the building..." Amelia said hinting quite heavily.

"That's not a good idea," Dawn started.

"And why not? Aren't you in the least bit curious... just to see him... to see the building you fell in love with? Or should I say it was back to front, that you absolutely love him and that you want to see the building, come on Dawn, you're like the skinny cow now... you've lost loads of weight and you've emerged as someone I don't even know anymore... you're different, it's as if that visit changed you somehow... that you love him but it hurts to love him and I'm worried that if you don't get closure or something, it's just gonna be the beginning to an end with you. You quit your job for God sakes."

"And with reason, might I add," Dawn said.

"You have to go... just admit it, you're at least curious." Amelia said.

"We'll see..."

"No! I'll see... you don't have a choice if that means I have to physically bring you there myself, I will. It's as if Tuscany has trapped you into this way of living, you've been coming here every few months to visit me, but somehow I think you're too scared to go the whole way... like I'm your safety blanket for when you back out. You have to do it Dawn, or else I'm gonna call the Duke myself." Amelia said as she watched Dawn contemplatively.

"Fine! Fine! I'll see him tomorrow." Dawn said bluntly.

"Good and yes, I'd like to be your bridesmaid," Amelia said quietly.

Dawn was tossing and turning in bed. Could she really do this, could she? She tried to tell herself, there was no harm in looking but then cats do die of curiousity. She looked at the clock, it was only quarter past two in the morning. Still, plenty of time. She turned on her side and forced herself to sleep and eventually she did. Her alarm woke her up and she gradually sat up in bed, the sun was pouring through the shutters and could distantly hear the sound of the waterways of Venice. She got up and showered, after towel drying herself she chose to wear a spaghetti strapped loose dress that was the colour of bricks, she fastened her waist with a gold belt and stepped into comfortable flat sandals. She grabbed her bag and stuffed two bottles of water, some munchies, her mobile phone and she chose to carry the gifts, then closed the apartment. As promised, Amelia had left her car outside and Dawn got in. She put the room down and exhaled, this was it. She panicked, she wasn't sure. What if he was married, but she had kept a close eye on the tabloids but there were no signs of him anywhere. She started up the engine and began her journey.

Dawn stopped the car, she had seen the building fifty feet ahead. It was different somehow and as she pulled the car to the side, she got out and admired the structure. There definitely was a new door fitted and the garden that lay before it, was colourful and new. And she suddenly realised, that he had kept his word. He had restored it. She was suddenly emotional, that she had to bite back the tears. She walked up to the door and hesitatingly knocked on the door and waited, after three minutes, no one answered the door and she knocked again, still no answer. As if it were a rejection, she stood back and exhaled and she went back to the car and drove to the Villa instead.

"Luca, would it be possible for you to pull up here. I shan't be long, I just want to see this place one last time," Dawn said.

Luca pulled the car to the side and Dawn got out of the car and walked towards the building. The building in which so many dreams were invested in, was now, a dream for one person. She didn't know what to feel, somewhere along the way she had mistakenly felt a great attraction for someone and since then couldn't get them out of her head and was hoping, she was hoping to, perhaps work on it... to see where it led her and now... and now she was going home, it had only been about two weeks out of a possible six months and though she did the best she could, she was going back home to dreary London. London, back to her stonking old flat and to her dead end job.

Dawn looked around the building, she was drawn to the same spot she was a few days ago, when Clive had accompanied her. They had found a photo of what was then and what this place was now and somewhere deep inside her, she couldn't quite see this turning out to be some crazy capitalist venture, so maybe this was what was meant to be. She looked around the building, there was definitely potential in this place, if it was restored to it's fullness. She sighed, she better get going, she had spent five minutes too long in this place and she had a plane to catch. She got back into the car and Luca started the engine. She leaned back in her seat and watched the glory of Tuscany fly by.

Clive was doing well over forty miles per hour in his car, it was near dangerous considering the roads were narrow and not all of them tarmacked, he had to get to Dawn before she left, there were things he needed to say. He revved up to fifty and suddenly he could hear clogging in the back, he instantly knew his tyre had ruptured. He slammed his hands against the steering wheel and cursed himself. He got out and went to the boot, he better have a spare otherwise he knew, he wasn't going to make it. As he lifted the boot, there was a spare but as he looked at the back wheels, an awful realisation came to mind... both tyres were out. He withdrew his mobile phone from his pocket and dialled a number.

Dawn hated goodbyes, she absolutely hated them. Instead she opted to hug Luca and thank him. He stood like a block and handed her, her hand luggage and bid her a good trip in Italian. She waved goodbye as she started for check-in. Ten minutes later, she was making her way to the boarding gate, she didn't know what to expect, as if he would be charging up to see her but there was no one and that filled her with sadness, they hadn't said goodbye because she hadn't a chance to and her heart sank. The story of her life, what did she expect, the Duke to be in love with her, that only happens in fairy tales and she ridiculed herself for thinking such crazy naive things. She walked through the metallic worm and onto the plane where she was greeted by a line of bevy Italian stewardesses which made her even more depressed. She took her seat and closed her eyes.